There, amid the dust-laden chambers of a forgotten opera house, the symphonies once played in joyous crescendos now linger in wistful regression. Each note, a whisper of the past, now surges backward, unraveling the very fabric of time. Strings untwist, echoing an unseen dance, as woodwinds breathe life into memories lost to entropy.
In the heart of Nevark, where the sky bends low over cobblestone paths, echoed the refrain of a world abandoned yet vibrant in decay. Melodies fade, only to return in a slow, deliberate cadence—a ghostly reminder of what was and what will never be again. The melody meets you here, in this moment, unwinding as a celestial thread.